Heat was palpable in this hellish place, no matter where Gabriel ran there was the ever present heat of fire. The scalding temperatures of the raging inferno that is the incineration room. Even as he weaved his way under the conveyor belts, past the avenues of heavy machinery, and between the cauldrons of liquid hot metal, the only constant is the sheer energy of heat and flame.
Sparks erupted from the blazing plumes of fire, metal sheets clogging the conveyor belts still red hot, fresh from the forge, and mounds upon mounds of discarded toys, some broken, others misshapen into something hideous un unappealing.
It is unknown to Gabriel whether these discarded toys are of the same make as the rest of the experiments he has come across. But the very thought curled his stomach into knots, just the very idea that these were once just alive as the others brought a sickening taste in his mouth.
But it almost hardly matters now, there's something much worse here with him. He knew the Prototype has managed to break through and followed him in here, and unless he puts some distance between himself and that thing, he won't survive for long. But as he continued running past the blazing flames of old machines, a bigger question rises from the dark confines of his rage filled heart, how is he going to kill him?
Gazing around, he considered his options. He is in fact in an incineration room, what if, he could somehow burn the Prototype? Shove him into one of the vats filled with molten lead, watch him drown in hellish fury. Watch him burn to death. It was appealing, but Gabriel knew the Prototype wasn't that stupid. That thing knew just as well where he is, and will very much as well do the same to him.
And speaking of the devil, he heard it. The rhythmic metallic creaking of mechanical legs and whirling of pistons. Seeing that he is among the system of conveyor belts, he thought quickly, and immediately hid underneath one of them. Even going as far as to hoist himself up directly into the metal frame, keeping himself off the ground should the Prototype come looking underneath. He didn't care if the metal sheeting above is singeing his skin, anything that works as a hiding spot is good enough.
He heard the prototype from above, hearing as he made his way over the belts above him, each hard footfall landing around him cracking the concrete beneath each sharp peg. Creaking and groaning above did the Prototype crawl, moving with such streamlined grace that he was practically gliding over the belts, scanning each and every one with diligent attention.
And all the while Gabriel strained to keep himself from falling, his only saving grace is the fact that the constant noise of machinery and fire shrouded his own pained grunts and shallow breathing. Until finally, the footsteps faded, or at least that is what he hoped considering all the surrounding noise and the fact he can't see past the rusted metal framing.
Tentatively he lets himself fall to the ground, pulling himself back out from under the belt, brushing some dust from himself. However, due to how hot the air is, he failed to sense the warm breath trailing down his spine. Gabriel unwittingly turned, and was greeted with the Prototype's face just inches from his own.
Gabriel didn't even so much as gasp, for after a brief staring contest, he then immediately turned tail, and ran. The Prototype soon giving chase, a glimpse of glee written on his rotting face. The human running between the lines of conveyor belts to an alcove with shafts of support I-beams, acting as column-like supports holding up many more lines of belts carrying mounds of broken toy parts.
The light of the surrounding furnaces cascading a burning orange light through the structural system, and as Gabriel continued running, he caught glimpses of another shadow. Large and moving fast beside him. And then in a second, a clawed hand shot out from between two steel columns straight towards him. To which Gabriel ducks under, a split second too soon as the sharp fingers cut some of the top of his hair. And yet even still Gabriel kept on running, the Prototype still following, his red eyes gleaming in the shadow.
Gabriel knew he had to throw the Prototype off his trail, that monstrous abomination is much faster than he was, his only chance for survival is to be smart and use the environment. He then sees that the conveyor belt ahead of him has a steep climb upwards, the Prototype may be faster, but there is no way that a conveyor that is less than a couple feet wide can support that thing's massive weight.
Just as his sight was set on the incline however, the Prototype crashed through a series of steel beams his red eyes fixed onto the human as he continued pursuit behind him. Picking up the pace, his breath ragged with exhaustion, he climbed up the flight belts with frantic vigor.
The Prototype reached out, attempting to pull the human down but to no avail, for as soon as Gabriel made the flight up, the Prototype lurched forwards, his massive body crashing into the conveyor belt. This however made the conveyor belt start to collapse, the individual segments of steel framing snapping from their rivets one by one as Gabriel ran with all his might. He made it just in time as the last segment fell, and he was safe dozens of feet above on secure footing.
This gave him the incentive to peer down into the plume of dust beneath him as he stared at the hulking mass of the Prototype as he regained his bearings, some segments of the conveyor belt that fell on top of him being shaken off with vicious anger.
Human eyes met unnatural red ones as the two beings stared at each other, Gabriel wondering what he'll do now since he is so high up out of reach. But just as he did so, the Prototype, using his enormously grotesque right arm, raised it up, his "hand" full of tool fingers parting away revealing a nozzle-like hole in the center, but what was curious about this is from what Gabriel is seeing, there is whips of Red Smoke building up within it, even leaking out from nozzle's tip and from various parts of his arm.
Does this mean that the Prototype can expel Red Smoke just like Catnap? Gabriel wondered. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, he'll just hold his breath and keep running. But little did he realize, just as Red Smoke was being sprayed out from the Prototype's hand, another one of his tool fingers raised itself into the stream of billowing gas.
It was a welding torch.
In a second, the smoke was then alight in a torrential flame, lit by the mere wick of the welding torch's pilot light. A massive stream of fire heading directly up to Gabriel, like a river of flames rushing to swallow him whole. His eyes went wide at the sight, the light of the coming inferno nearly blinding him, but his instincts pulled him away just at the nick of time before the flames rushed past where he was standing.
On and on did Gabriel ran, the Prototype still following from below, spewing yet more flames up to him, chasing him like a torrential wall of fire. What's worse, a piece of the conveyor belt is broken up ahead, leaving a large gap that is too large to jump across. There isn't even anything that his Grabpack to hang onto to swing across, he's run out of belt.
But there is another off to his right, some ways below and just the right distance to jump towards. He made the jump just as the flames rushed past where he would have been running in, leaping off and landing feet first on the other belt. But then a sharp metallic snap was heard, Gabriel looked up just in time to see the last of the supports hanging the whole belt snap, causing the whole belt to collapse forward, sending Gabriel tumbling down till he reached the end and onto yet another belt.
Then just as he got back up straight away, he didn't have so much as a second to regain his bearings before the Prototype approached from behind. Gabriel fled just as the monstrosity's clawed hand reached out for him past the fallen conveyor belt. With such an obstacle blocking the Prototype's way, Gabriel knew he had the opportunity to put distance between himself and that beast.
After some time running, he finds himself in a clearing, there are still plenty of burning machines, but there is now enough space for him to catch his breath.
"A flamethrower?!" Gabriel spouted as he leans on the side of one of the machines. "Why does he have to have a flamethrower?!"
Just as he finished saying, the sound of metal screeching and tearing is heard behind him. He looked back just in time to see what's left of the fallen conveyor belt flying straight towards him. He screamed as he ducked, watching as metric tons of torn machinery fly over his head and crash between two steel mills, wedging itself in between and blocking the way.
Once Gabriel regained his bearings, he glanced where the conveyor belt flew from, and saw the Prototype charging towards him. He hardly had time to think where to run towards, just anywhere else but here. So with nothing but pure instinct in mind, he lets his feet do the thinking for him, and he ran as fast as his feet carry him.
But even as his feet carried him away from the danger, his mind was still racing with a million thoughts. He has no help, he has no way to escape, and the only real weapon he has is the Grabpack on his back. He doesn't have any meaningful options on how to deal with the clear and present danger.
Not that it matters to him, just the very vision of the Prototype burned in his mind sends waves of fury down every fiber of his being. Demented thoughts swirling like a spiraling abyss. Images of the Prototype screaming in so many ways that brought merciless fury in his veins. Watching him burn, crushed under weight, his blood gushing, metal grinding to dust. But yet again he pushes these thoughts aside, the sheer intensity of his hatred becoming a strain on his mind more than the unbearable heat around him, he still needs to keep running.
Then just when he thought he had some distance between him and that monster, he hears the Prototype moving nearby. He looks to his side and sure enough there he was, sprinting beside him as glimpses of him were seen between the passing machines. Gabriel knew he is just waiting for the opportune moment to make a strike, so he veers away in a different direction, the Prototype soon giving chase, rancid ichor drooling from his detestable smiling maw.
The chase soon brings them amidst several massive piles of discarded toy parts, mounds so high that they even overshadow the Prototype. Which is a good thing for Gabriel, as he took advantage of the new environment and begins weaving and circling around mound after mound. Though the Prototype is faster than Gabriel, he couldn't keep up with the human's agility. It wasn't long before the monster got himself caught between a narrow pass and can only watch as the human ran on through.
Gabriel continued running, huffing and panting as his legs burned with fatigue, there must be something that he can do. But then after turning past yet another pile he saw that opportunity. A large excavator-like crane, complete with its own cockpit pit, sitting just nearby a conveyor belt leading to an incineration chamber. This excavator must have been used to load the discarded toys to sent to incineration.
Then just as soon as he got a good look at it, Gabriel heard the Prototype wailing out his static-like cry. He is nearby, and closing in quickly. Gabriel took yet another glance at the crane, and an idea popped into his head. Straightway he ran for it, jumped into the cockpit, and cranked the engine alive just in time to watch the prototype explode out of pile of toy parts, barreling straight towards him like a rabid animal.
At once Gabriel pulled both control levers as hard as he could, the engines roaring and rusted metal creaking as the crane's arm swung fast. The swinging arm connects with the Prototype's enormous frame, smashing into his body with the force of a freight train. The mechanical monster screamed as sparks flew as metal clashed with metal, and flayed flesh tearing from his frame. But even still, the Prototype managed to move himself and grab ahold of the crane arm with both hands, taking all his might not to be pushed over.
Gabriel wasn't finished, however, he then pulled both control levers so hard that one of them snapped off, then with the broken lever, he jabbed it into the socket of the other one, locking it into place. He then went out of the cockpit, used the Grabpack to pull himself up onto of the crane's rooftop, and then hastily made his way across its arm.
Once he was then in front of the Prototype, he then fired both hands of the Grabpack, aiming carefully at the scaffolding behind the monster, and then after leaning back and grinding his heels into the crane arm, he then let the Grabpack pull him along, Gabriel also pulling back as well, making sure the full strength of the Grabpack in being used on the crane, and not on himself.
With so much power being forced onto him, the Prototype pushed back with everything he had. Gears whirling, pistons screeching, even the muscles he stitched onto himself convulsed and strained as his the multiple hearts in his chest beat harder and louder than any drum. And still yet Gabriel pulled, the crane pushed, and the Prototype was pushed back, the spiked legs leaving cracked lines along concrete.
But then, for the briefest second, one of the Prototype's legs lost footing, and it was the last push needed for the monster to trip backwards, the crane arm slamming into his chest, and send him flying into one of the mounds of broken toys. Gabriel was also sent forward because of the sudden jolt, but because he was already grabbing onto one of the scaffolding above he was simply swung forwards without any issue. He then let go and landed feet first to the floor below.
He could not stay and gloat however, the Prototype flails about sending toy parts everywhere in a frenzied rage as he tries to right his massive body back up, leaving Gabriel no choice but to continue running.
Soon Gabriel finds himself back on yet another stretch of conveyor belt, this time the belt is carrying loads of steel rebar. He can hear the Prototype just behind him, he can't keep up with this game of cat and mouse if he wishes to survive, there must be some way to throw him off.
He then looks ahead and sees the machine at the end of the conveyor belt, it looked to be a roll or of sorts, which makes sense because of the rebar it molds it from. However it looked like there is something wrong with it, for at the very outlet for which the rebar is expelled from is a stuck piece of metal that has yet to be fully ejected from, and it still looked red hot. This means it must be clogged, and if it is clogged, then there must be some pressure inside it, and if there is enough of it…
Without a second thought, Gabriel ran full speed towards the machine, the Prototype hot on his tail. Then with his Grabpack, he launches a hand at a lever next to the molder's end. He knew it might not trigger it, but he hoped to God that it does. He then pulls the switch, and he jumps off the conveyor belt just in time as a vicious stream of burning, molten metal were launched out of the molder's end, flying past Gabriel like a rocket, and slamming into the Prototype.
The monster screamed in agony, his roar sounding like a cacophony of tormented screams laced within static, as the ropes hot metal collided with his body. The Prototype flailed his arms around trying to get the steering metal off, but this didn't stop the incoming steel, and it only resulted in being entangled in yet more searing hot metal, as it burned and singed his massive body.
With the Prototype now occupied with being roasted by wires of molten metal, Gabriel had some time to make some distance and figure out what to do next. His head rushed with ideas faster than his feet can run. How can he kill him in a place like this? The molten steel can do the trick, but from what he saw back there with the rebar press, it can hurt the Prototype, but it is not enough to kill him.
Gabriel needs something far more stronger than that. Something that can crush his bones, tear the flesh off of his face, rip his hearts to bloodied ribbons. Hear him scream, watch as the light in his eyes fade as he sees his soul swallowed in hell. The more he thought the more his blood boiled, hotter than flames licking his singed skin. The dark hunger within intensifying until his very being burned hot as hell.
As he was hurrying along, there seems to be yet no sign of the Prototype lurking nearby, a good sign that he has lost him at the moment. But he knew it won't be for long. Then he catches sight of something nearby, it is not the Prototype, but it looked to be some kind control station if the signposts were anything to go by. He then ran straight towards the small building and made his way inside.
And there, just as he thought, there is a large control panel inside, then upon moving closer to it, he peers through the large window over the control panels and sees a massive machine outside. It is unlike anything he has seen before, an enormous cylindrical shaped structure with streams of super heated metal pouring out of it. It must be some kind of massive furnace.
He then gazes at the control panel inside front of him, its dusty surface clustered with buttons, switches, and indicator lights that made no sense to him. But there is one set that stands out to him, a long stretch of switches with red warning lights above each. He was unsure what it is, until he read a small, crumpled sticky note at the end of it which says, "Safety Valves, keep open at all times!"
A few seconds passes, pondering what this means to him, but when it finally clicked what kind of danger this implies. Then slowly, a demented smile spreads across his face, an idea then formulating into his head, it is reckless, and downright insane, but if it works, it will do more than just kill the Prototype, it will obliterate him.
With feral abandon, he then begins switching off every safety valve he can get his hands on, one by one by one, until each and every safety mechanism within the furnace has been disabled. Alarms soon begins to blare and red lights flashed as the heat noticeably began to rise, and quickly. He knew what he did will inevitably destroy this entire portion of this facility, but if it means to send the Prototype to hell then it is fine by him. All he needs to do now, is stall until the furnace is ready to rupture.
But before he took his leave, he spots at the very end of the room a set of yellow lockers, and what caught his eye is something poking out of one of their loose-hanging doors. He went over and opened it, and there sitting there, is a set fit for someone working in a forge.
A yellow jacket imbedded with heat and impact resistant padding with the Playtime.co logo embroidered on the right chest, there is even some metal forearm guards on the jacket's black sleeves in case some blunt force impact occurred. He picks it up and sitting what was underneath it is a yellow welding helmet, complete with a set of respirators in case toxic gases are present, and just like the jacket it has the Playtime.co emblem painted on the side of it. There is even some yellow painted shin and knee pads for his legs.
These pieces of gear look old and worn, given the black splotches of oil and dirt and the various burns and scratches on the helmet, but to Gabriel, he looked at these like they were mint condition. He quickly dresses the jacket and arm and leg gear on, until finally he puts the helmet on, though thankfully the helmet fits, it took him a moment to adjust the straps to make the rest of his gear fit on him.
Now with the deed done and fully armored up, he ran out of the room and made his way back into the rest of the Destroyed-A-Toy facility. Soon enough finding himself in the center of a clearing, still no sign of the Prototype though. By now Gabriel figured he'll be running all over looking for him in a fit of rage after what he just did to him, but he was no where in sight, not even the sound of his signature mechanical noises.
But just as he was about to continue on, at the very corner of his visor, he sees a glimpse of movement. A shadow moving in between the machinery with a grace like that of a slithering snake. He looks to his side, but sees nothing there. But he can feel him though, the malicious, fiercely bitter presence of the Prototype just lurking nearby, out of sight like a predator stalking him through dark woods. He then sees the shadow again at the other side of him, then the other way, then another.
His nerves are put on edge, he just knows the Prototype is there, and that he knows where he himself is, he is just taunting him, goading him, waiting for the moment to get Gabriel to lose his cool, to make a mistake and kill him when he least notices it. But Gabriel wasn't swayed, he was prepared, and waiting.
Gabriel then hears him, and once he turns he sees him, glaring at him raised to full height with the fiery orange glow of fire dancing in the background behind him, and yet, the Prototype's eyes looked like they burned hotter than the flames itself.
Both of their gazes were locked into each others, none dared to make the first move, both merely stood there in silent anticipation who should go first. However the Prototype's eyes looked noticed something off about the human, through he can see with his highly enhanced vision the human's eyes through the dimly lit visor, he notices that Gabriel's gaze shifting between him, and something else above him.
Curious, the Prototype looks up, and for the first time since in a long, long time, he is surprised. For there just above him is a massive hanging crucible filled with white hot liquid metal. A pair of Grabpack hands then grabs onto the crucible's outer edges, his eyes then trailed down the wires leading towards Gabriel, the human bracing himself for the inevitable. This was the first time, he has fallen into a trap.
The Prototype then glares at Gabriel, he knows what he is going to do, and how it will also affect him. His countenance vindictive and arrogant, as if to taunt him.
"You will burn." The Prototype said.
"Yes…" Gabriel replied, his burning, vengeful eyes fixed on the monster's. "We will."
And at once the Grabpack hands pulled, and the downpour of burning metal begins.
All at once, the molten metal falls onto the Prototype's back in a torrential rain of fire. The beast screams in agony as tons upon tons of lava pours down on his back, melting the flesh off of his frame, setting alight to his bones, and heating the metal and circuitry to searing temperatures. The heat was so unbearable, that it is even starting to affect Gabriel himself.
The heat washing over his body like a river of flame. But even though the suit is effective in protecting him from the bulk of the heat, the fires that lapped all over him are beginning to burn and peel away the heat resistant coat. Then soon enough, the flames pierced through the fabric, and bathed his skin underneath. First it was the hairs that burned off, and then, his skin then began to blister and singe. The blackened patches of skin peeling off revealing tender flesh beneath.
But still, Gabriel did not care, all he could focus on is the Prototype. Hearing that beast screams and writhe in agony spurred him on like never before. Even as the hellish heat started to burn everywhere on him, from his legs, arms, chest, he still held on to the crucible above still pouring down hell on the Prototype.
And yet, his strength begins to wane, his legs weakening under him and his grip on the Grabpack faltering. But the thoughts of the life that he had still burned hotter within him than even the fresh burns tearing in his flesh. If it weren't for the Prototype, his friends will still be alive, if it weren't for the Prototype then his crummy parents would've had one reason to stay, he wouldn't have to watch his brother descend to addiction, wouldn't have to watch him murder their sister, wouldn't have to shoot him, wouldn't have to bury them.
If it weren't for the Prototype, he wouldn't have still had a life.
It was then that it clicked in him, he is now something that he has tried to avoid for so long. Something that he has taught, learned, and practiced to never do despite all that everybody has done wrong to him. He hates him. He hates the Prototype. But what scared him the most wasn't the fact that he does hate him, or that he is hating at all in the first place. But that he doesn't care.
He hates him, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
And he is going to enjoy watching him die.
Then at last, the last trickles of the molten metal drip from the crucible, and there was nothing left except the steaming heap that is the Prototype's limp and lifeless body lying motionless at the epicenter of the lava fall. Even his cowl made from the corpses of his victims was completely burnt off to nothing but ash.
Gabriel barely had anytime to process what he had done, until the alarms reached his ears, and the furnace suddenly bulking outward.
The world around him then explodes, and everything faded to black.
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You can't die like this…
There is still so much left to do…
They are hungry, they are broken…
And you will fix them…
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Get Up!
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At once Gabriel's eyes shot open, revealing the world around him engulfed in fire and smoke. His head hurts, almost just as much as the stinging pains of the burns he endured from across the exposed holes in his suit. He can actually feel the wet ichor of bodily fluids oozing from the fresh blisters and open wounds.
There was hardly any iota of strength left within him, it was honestly a miracle that he is even awake and aware right now. But yet somehow, he begins to move his arms, his palms pressing against the floor and pushing himself up. He drank in his surroundings, if the Destroyed-A-Toy incinerator was already hellish enough, now it is nothing short but an inferno. The fires are engulfing everything, the machinery, the rubber conveyor belts, even the mounds of toy parts have become like bonfires.
And there is rubble everywhere, must have been from that explosion, chunks of concrete and debris were everywhere that Gabriel looked. Yet what is most concerning is that the Prototype isn't anywhere to be found, though there is still a high possibility he is buried within the rubble somewhere, there is no way that anything, even something as monstrous as the Prototype, could survive all that he'd thrown at him.
But there was a more immediate danger at hand, and that there is still dozens upon dozens of more pieces of rubble and concrete falling from the ceiling. He can actually hear the sound of the concrete cracking and metal scaffolding groaning past the noise of the blaze. With such an explosion as that, there is no doubt that this place will be coming down soon.
With nothing more to do, Gabriel then turned around and began to take his leave. Each step felt heavier than the last, but even still he trudged onwards looking for the exit. More rubble continued to fall from above, one considerably large portion of the scaffolding landing next to him, far too close for comfort, so he picked up the sluggish pace. The smoke in the air burned is lungs, but the demand for air was too great for him, his body screamed for the sweet release of rest. But there is no time left to lose, every second staying will only bring him closer to the inevitable cave-in of this facility.
On and on he continued, one step after another, each one bringing pain as the weight of each footfall sent ripples throughout his body. The end seemed nowhere in sight, but his spirit, his will kept carrying him on.
And then, at last, there it is. The exit leading back out to the halls of the depot just a few dozen yards ahead of him. He was so relived that he nearly collapsed right then and there. But though while his exhaustion was crippling, he still felt just enough strength within him to keep going on. Soon he will be out of here, and soon he will be free of this nightmare.
However, not all is what it seems.
The ground then shook violently beneath his feet, nearly losing his footing and tripping over. The source he felt coming from behind him. He turned, the entire room a blazing inferno as the flames reached high towards the very ceiling, and out the smoke and flame, a shadow emerged. Gabriel could hardly believe his eyes, as he watched the very much alive Prototype, emerge from the smoke, every inch of his body wreathed in fire. Like a demonic beast rising straight from the pits of Hell.
And his eyes bore nothing but pure, unfettered malice.
The Prototype raised his massive right arm, and aimed the flamethrower at Gabriel, and at once a tidal wave of fire barreled straight towards him.
Gabriel spurred the last remaining strength left in his legs to move, putting everything he has into one feral sprint for the exit. Soon more and more rubble rained from above, falling down like blazing meteors. And worse yet another explosion rocked the facility, causing a large piece of the wall was beginning to collapse above the exit, the concrete cracking as slabs began to peel and fall off. Soon the whole wall would collapse and end up blocking the door.
From there he sprinted like a madman in a rage, sweat dripping from his brow and smoke stinging his eyes, leaking salty tears. The wall suddenly gives way, and fell, but Gabriel didn't relent. He dived straight head first just as the metric tons of stone and rebar collapse on the doorway, rolling to a stop on the other side. The fires from the Prototype spilling through as the full force of the flames impacted the mound of rubble.
Gabriel for a second thought he was safe, until he heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from the other side. The Prototype is charging.
At once Gabriel fled away from the entrance, and sure enough just as he was a mere dozen feet away, the wall of rubble explodes as the Prototype burst through with the force of a freight train. His eyes glowing and maw open wide as he roared ferociously and continued his charge. And worse yet, the sheer magnitude of the Prototype's assault has triggered the rest of the corridor to cave-in behind.
Gabriel was literally running for his life, nothing short but death itself chasing after him. He can feel the Prototype's claws rake his back, some of them leaving freshly cut gashes, yet more blood oozing from the wounds. Everything felt like a blur, the walls running past him like tapestry being pulled away with a violence unseen. Time slowed, losing all meaning, nothing else mattered but escaping the jaws of demise. In this moment, in this harrowing escape, all that mattered, was the will to survive.
And the Prototype, like a feral beast, flailed about with ruthless fury. The bulk of his enormous body colliding with the walls and ceiling over and over again. All of it giving way to the tunnel collapse behind him. In a way, he too was running for his life away from the collapsing corridor. But above all else, he just wanted to see this human, this one singular being that has been a thorn on his side to finally let go of his facade of mercifulness and reveal his true self beneath.
Even if it means the absolute destruction of this whole section of the factory.
The chase seemed to last forever, the seconds feeling like minutes, and the minutes like hours. Destruction raining down on both man and monster until it was all they could see and feel. Until finally, it stopped. There was no more running, no more fires, and all that is left of the falling debris is the thick clouds of smoke and dust.
And there amidst the fallen chaos, was the Prototype, most of his body completely submerged in the rubble. Completely trapped in the making of his own endeavors.
He can feel it beneath, the weight of it all crushing his body, the metal rebar piercing into his circuitry and skin, he can even tell his augmented right arm is broken beneath the surface, only his clawed hand along with his head and connecting torso are free from the collapsed corridor, and even then blood trickled from the various open wounds now littering his face.
He was able to look around and take in his surroundings, it was dark, but not pitch black, some of the lights above still seem to be working, but all the smoke and dust is obscuring his vision. But soon, he spots him. Gabriel, alive and well. But there is something off about him. He is just standing there, gazing at him within the confines of his mask.
The human then walked towards him, slowly, deliberately, each step meant to invoke something unspoken but loud. He is carrying something in his hand, and upon seeing him coming closer, the Prototype can see that is is a decently sized piece of concrete, with his grip holding onto the iron rebar sticking out at the end, holding it like a crude, makeshift club.
The Prototype's eyes then trailed upwards, meeting Gabriel's own, and even though the visor and dust obscured it, he can see it, something that he has been waiting to see throughout this entire time he had been tormenting him. There is nothing but sheer, unadulterated hatred within those once tender eyes.
The Prototype couldn't help but make a wide grin. He had actually done it. He had turned this once benevolent, and merciful being, into a vengeful, hate-filled monster.
Gabriel then raised the club up, high above his head, pure rage fueling every fiber of his being.
And the Prototype, he couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Ha, haha, haahahaha! HAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!"
And then, with all his might, the club was then swung down, and blood gushed everywhere.
Gabriel then pulled the club back out, pieces of flesh clinging and stuck to the concrete surface, and the Prototype's eyes still yet laughing.
And then he swung the club back down again.
*BASCH!!*
And again…
*BASCH!!*
And again…
*BASCH!!*
And again…
*BASCH!!*
And again…
*BASCH!!*
And again…
*BASCH!!*
And again…
And all the while, the Prototype still kept on laughing, even as it faded, into the echos of the halls.